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The Teachers’ Lounge Peeper
THE TEACHERS’ LOUNGE PEEPER
I’m kind of hoping that no one finds this because it’s so shocking and you could say embarrassing. I couldn’t help but write it down, though, just to get it out of my head a little bit and maybe not want it again so damn bad.
I never thought for a minute something like this could happen, that I could let my curiosity get the better of me so much that I would participate in such a thing.
…but here goes…
My name is Ashley. I just turned 18 less than 2 months ago. I’m a senior this year and hoped to have at least one more sexual experience before college. My only previous experience was with a boy I was dating and cared about deeply. We had sex once, but I felt awkward and didn’t enjoy it like I should and told him we should wait to do it again. He got mad and soon broke up with me. Heartbroken, scared, and ashamed, I didn’t sleep with anyone else… until recently.
As editor of the school newspaper, I have to stay at school very late quite often. I was on the girls’ basketball team for a while but gave that up to pursue the newspaper thing.
One night, after working on the paper until well after 8 P.M., I decided it was time to go home. Passing by the teachers’ lounge, I heard strange noises, sounding like someone was moaning. I thought maybe someone was hurt or sick and wondered why a teacher would be at school so late. It was then that I swore I heard a man grunting. I tried to pry the door a little to see what was going on, but it was locked.
My curiosity raging, I went outside and climbed a small tree next to the lounge’s window. I peered in, high as the window was, and to my surprise was a woman (who I guessed was a teacher) being fucked doggystyle. I hoped I could see who she was, but her face was hidden, buried on another man’s penis.
I had never thought of 2 men taking on 1 woman before. My only experience was with 1 guy. Watching that live show, however, I couldn’t help but feel tingly. My nipples were suddenly rock hard. Luckily, the tree I had climbed offered me a way to stand up and hold onto the small ledge of the window. With one hand grasping the ledge, I slowly moved my other hand to one of my hard nipples, not even realizing what I was doing.
I barely noticed that I was biting my lip and squeezing my nipple. I could feel my pussy getting very wet and began to wonder how the woman inside must be feeling, having 2 hard dicks to please her. Being the center of that kind of attention, I thought, must be magical.
Barely knowing that I was doing it, I moved my hand to my clit and began to rub it furiously. Within no time at all, I was having a massive orgasm, so intense that I fell from the tree. The fall was only a few feet and hurt my ego more than my body. I couldn’t help but climb back up the tree and watch again.
By now, the woman was riding the man whose dick she was sucking. She was facing the wall opposite me, so I still could not see her face. She had the other man’s dick in her hand, stroking it madly. I got a glimpse of the man, and it was… my math teacher, Mr. Jones! My eyes wandered lower.
My eyes sprung from my face as I saw how unbelievably big Mr. Jones’ cock was! I knew the woman that has just taken that cock must have cum harder than I did!
The woman’s head moved slightly, revealing the face of the other man. It was the principal, Mr. Ediker. I fantasized several times about Mr. Ediker, wishing I could be called into his office and then “punished.” Watching what was happening, I figured Mr. Ediker must have a pretty impressive cock, too, but just the sight of Mr. Jones’ cock made my pussy gush again.
I was in such confusion. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to get fucked just like the woman in the teachers’ lounge was. I wanted to feel those dicks inside me, maybe even a 3rd, fucking all my holes at once. I wanted to feel what it was like to have a man shoot his hot cum inside me. Even though I just came, I was fingering myself wildly. I knew I had to either make myself known to the people inside so I could join or go somewhere more private to take care of myself. Otherwise, I might get caught, and explaining that to my parents would make me want to die.
I took my hand out of my pants and went back into the school, straight to the lounge door. I thought of pounding on it and demanding to be allowed to join, or I’d tell their dirty secret to the whole school. Then I thought that maybe no one would believe me, so I stopped myself. As I took my hand from the door, I could make out a few words.
Muffled as they were, I could hear, “Mmmmm… You like that? Slut… my cum…” The rest was too muddled.
Just hearing what I did somehow made me even hornier. I never wanted anything so badly as I wanted those men to fuck me!
I decided to go home and masturbate harder than I ever had. I did just that. I came and came again, each time harder than before. I think I masturbated a half a dozen times that night, thinking of what I saw and how I shouldn’t been involved.
The next day, walking into Mr. Jones’ class, I thought of that huge dick of his and how delicious it looked. I thought of how his cum must taste like candy. Oh how I wanted to lick that sweet lollipop of his!
Mr. Jones’ class was the last of the day, so I decided that I would talk to him after class. When the bell rang, my heart began to race, and my panties became soaked. Nervously, I walked to Mr. Jones’ desk, giving him a “come fuck me” look but lost my nerve and walked away.
Before I reached the door, I heard, “Ashley?”
Turning around, I replied, “Yes?”
“Is there something that you needed?”
Closing my eyes for a second, I couldn’t find any words. All I could say was, “ummm…”
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, I mean ummmm… Yes, Mr. Jones. Ummmm…”
“Ashley, you can always talk to me about anything. I’m always here for my students.”
Opening my eyes and imagining Mr. Jones and Mr. Ediker both naked, fucking me passionately, I walked slowly toward the desk.
Looking at Mr. Jones, though not in the eyes, I said, “Mr. Jones, I have something to tell you.”
“Ok. What is it?”
“ummmm…. I’m really really scared to tell you.”
“Ashley, it’s ok. Whatever it is, it’s best to just get it off your chest.”
With a sigh, I began, “Mr. Jones… Last night, I stayed late at the paper. I was walking by the teachers’ lounge on my way out, and I heard some noises.”
“Oh? And what did you hear?”
“I heard moaning and groaning. I went outside and climbed up to the window to see what was going on. I’m sorry, Mr. Jones. I saw something I probably shouldn’t have.”
With a confused and perhaps scared look on his face, Mr. Jones pursed his lips and then got up from his seat, walked to the door, and closed and locked it. He walked back to his desk and took a seat directly in front of me, so close that I could see his erection, making my mouth water.
“Ashley… what you saw was something between consenting adults and should never be repeated to anyone. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Jones. I’m so sorry. I would never tell anyone. I swear!”
Shaking his head in approval, Mr. Jones said, “Good. That’s a good girl.”
“Mr. Jones, can I tell you something else?”
With a deep breath, I added, “What I saw really turned me on… more than anything else ever has.”
“Is that so? ” With an evil grin, Mr. Jones asked, “Were you touching yourself?”
“Oh yeah,” I replied. “So much you have no idea!”
“Would you like to try what you saw,” Mr. Jones asked coyly.
“I think so, but I’m scared.”
“Don’t be scared, Ashley. You’re 18 now, a beautiful young woman. I know how to please a woman, and you’d be the center of attention, everything about you. Have you ever had sex? Have you ever thought of trying it with 2 men at once?”
“I… I had it once but only with 1 guy, my boyfriend at the time.”
“Believe me, Ashley, you’ve never experienced anything like this before. Give it a try.”
Sheepishly, I said, “Uh, ok. I think I’d like that.”
I went to Mr. Jones’ house that night. When the door opened, there was also Mr. Ediker. Both men greeted me with big smiles. I walked in and sat on the couch. The men each took a seat beside me. I was so nervous. My heart was beating so fast I thought I would pass out.
After talking casually for a few minutes, Mr. Ediker began to rub my thigh. I really liked it. I’d had a crush on him for a long time. Mr. Jones quickly unzipped his pants, revealing boxers that could not contain his hard dick. He started to slowly stroke it, staring at me.
I asked if they would mind if I got more comfortable. After the double no, I removed my shirt. It was at that moment that I became aware that I had a pretty nice pair of breasts. They’re C cups but very perky with quarter sized areolas and extremely pink nipples.
I figured what the hell and took off my bra, too. Mr. Jones started stroking faster, and all I could think was how bad I wanted to stroke that cock with my mouth. Without another thought, I dropped to the floor in front of him and did just that.
I licked up and down and all over the head, sucking away all of the precum. I devoured his dick like it was my last meal. Soon, a huge load of gooey cum shot into my mouth. The taste wasn’t as good as I expected but not bad. I swallowed some of it and wiped my mouth and chin.
I looked at Mr. Ediker and asked, “Do you have a big dick and hot load for me, Mr. Ediker?”
Mr. Ediker wipped out his cock. It wasn’t as big as Mr. Jones’ but definitely very nice. I sucked Mr. Ediker the same way I did Mr. Jones, enjoying every second of it, teasing, sucking, licking, flicking, stroking… until Mr. Ediker shot an even bigger load than Mr. Jones right across my face. Very little got into my mouth, so I licked what I could off of my lips. Mr. Ediker’s cum was sweeter. I couldn’t help myself and wiped all I could off my face and licked it off of my hand.
A few minutes later, both men were hard again. I lowered myself slowly onto Mr. Ediker’s cock. I wanted Mr. Jones’ cock but was afraid to try it yet. I thought Mr. Ediker could get me started and loosen me up a bit. My last sexual experience was a couple of years ago.
Mr. Ediker fucked me gently at first, slowly penetrating upwards. It felt amazing but hurt a little. Finally, I was so into it that I rode his dick with a fury. I fucked it so hard I thought it might break my back. I came so hard that I almost fell to the floor. After riding out the orgasm, I resumed my fucking passion. I came again and again. Finally, Mr. Ediker shot a 2nd load into my awaiting teenage pussy.
I didn’t even worry about the consequences. All I knew was that I wanted to be these men’s little cum slut. I thought that maybe if it was really good, I would be there cum slut until I left for college and every time I came home for a visit. So far, it was better than I’d hoped for.
Mr. Jones motioned for me to get on my hands and knees on the floor. He slowly slid his massive cock into my hole and pumped easily, gaining a little momentum after every few thrusts. It felt amazing. Mr. Ediker passed by, and I hungrily grabbed for his dick, pulling him to the floor, sucking his cum and mine from his sweet tasting cock.
Me. Ediker groaned and fell backwards, unable to take any more.
Mr. Jones fucked me harder and harder. I let out a scream. I asked him to pull his cock out for a bit so I could get a grip on myself. Though I nearly came, I couldn’t take so much dick just yet.
After a bit, I asked him to put it back in and fuck me slowly. He did as he was asked.
Finally, I said, “Ok, Mr. Jones, now fuck me really hard like the little cum hungry bitch I am!”
Pounding my tight young pussy, Mr. Jones grunted and moaned, matching my own excitement. I moaned so loudly that I was sure Mr. Jones’ neighbors heard me. Mr. Jones, fucking me really hard, said excitedly, “You’re such a good little whore! I love this tight young pussy of yours! You should be our little slut any time we say. You’re such a good fuck!”
“Yes, Mr. Jones. I know. I’m such a fucking slut! Fuck this little slut’s pussy! Teach me a lesson! I need disciplined with that big cock of yours! Fuck me! Fuck me good!”
“Mmmmmm…. You’re better than Miss Harwell. Tighter, more into it all. And you suck dick like you’ve been doing it for years!”
“Miss Harwell,” I thought. Wow. I always liked Miss Harwell, and I always thought she was really pretty. Now realizing that she was last night’s fuck, I got even hornier. I thought about what I had seen through the window and realized that Miss Harwell had the most incredible female body I’d ever seen. I suddenly wished she was with us, getting fucked, too. I even began to wish I could lick her pussy, imagining that it must be so tasty and pink.
I yelped louder and louder. Just about to cum, I told Mr. Jones, “Let’s do this again soon and get Miss Harwell involved! I want to watch you fuck her as hard as you’re fucking me, and I want to lick that sweet pussy of hers while you watch and stroke your cock!”
“Mmmmm… definitely. You’re both great cum sluts.”
Suddenly, Mr. Jones let out a blood-curdling groan as he shot his load into me. I now had 2 loads of sperm inside my pussy. I never knew I could love it so much. It felt great. I wondered what it might feel like to get fucked by more men.
After Mr. Jones was finished, I sucked him clean while Mr. Ediker took his place behind me, fucking me as hard as Mr. Jones had but not as well. I still came many times with Mr. Ediker, though.
The men fucked me over and over that night until I collapsed and fell asleep on the floor, drenched and oozing so much cum.
I woke up the next morning, naked but covered in a blanket, my pussy filled with dried cum. I let out a big smile and licked my lips, wanting another wonderful sex session.
However, I got up and saw a note that said, “We thought we’d let you rest. Don’t worry… you’re excused from school today. We both had to leave though. Help yourself to some food. Let us know when you want to do this again. It was so much fun. You have such a wonderful, tight pussy that we’d love to fuck repeatedly. Thank you for the most incredible night ever.”
I ate some breakfast and masturbated, remembering how hot the night before had been. My pussy was so crusted with sperm that it was a little difficult to get myself off. I managed.
As I walked home, I thought, “Why couldn’t I have done this sooner? I am so doing this again, and college is going to be so fun!”
We haven’t repeated that night yet, but I keep wanting to. Mr. Jones gives me looks that tell me how badly he wants to, too. I think I’m going to have to very soon or I’ll die from horniness.
Next time, though, I might just have them fuck my ass and pussy at the same time, maybe even ask if a 3rd can join so I have a hard cock to suck on. Mmmmmm…. and we can’t forget Miss Harwell.
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